I am not a critic; to me criticism is so often nothing more than the eye garrulously denouncing the shape of the peephole that gives access to hidden treasure. Djuna Barnes More Quotes by Djuna Barnes More Quotes From Djuna Barnes The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind. Djuna Barnes misinformationpricelessmind The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections. Djuna Barnes jealousimperfectionheart In the acceptance of depravity the sense of the past is most truly captured. What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance? Corruption is the Age of Time. Djuna Barnes acceptanceagepast One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it. Djuna Barnes inwardwishlooks I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat. Djuna Barnes cowshumblewind Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy Djuna Barnes doubting-everythinggorgeslooks The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all. Djuna Barnes shockingtruth-isself Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature. Djuna Barnes producecertaintylaw The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment. Djuna Barnes skinsmaynight Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss. Djuna Barnes usemen If Helen of Troy could have been seen eating peppermints out of a paper bag, it is highly probable that her admirers would have been an entirely different class.It is the thing you are found doing while the horde looks on that you shall be loved for - or ignored. Djuna Barnes peppermintpaperclass After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat. Djuna Barnes necksthroat We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door. Djuna Barnes saladgirldoors Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian? Djuna Barnes bohemianwellslittles This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind. Djuna Barnes gnarlyhairmen What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance? Djuna Barnes ruinsendurancedepravity An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties. Djuna Barnes uncertaintymind I can draw and write, and you'd be foolish not to hire me. Djuna Barnes drawsfoolishwriting To think is to be sick. Djuna Barnes sickthinking Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love — it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop — it rots me away. Djuna Barnes lightanswersthinking
